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The wind still blows the dust across the exhibition groundsThe chute still creaks and moans and echoes saddle broncin' sounds

The horses all wound up the same as the ones that came beforeBut we don't ride 'em anymoreThere was a tear in his eye the day that I remember very wellHe said his luck was gone and his draw was bad and his ridin' had gone all to hell

He said Skoal and Dodge and Belvedere had found new men to adoreBut we don't ride 'em anymore

Hey, and we don't ride 'em like we used ride 'em to a standstillWear the silver buckle high point awardHey, and we don't ride 'em like we used ride 'em all the timeAnd now we don't ride 'em anymore

Listen close to the bull riders ropes as they resin up for warAnd pay some close attention to the muses at your doorListen close and listen well and absorb it to your coreCuz one day you won't hear those sounds no more

Hey, and we don't ride 'em like we used ride 'em to a standstillWear the silver buckle high point awardHey, and we don't ride 'em like we used ride 'em all the timeAnd now we don't ride 'em anymore

The wind still blows the dust across the exhibition groundsThe chute still creaks and moans and echoes saddle broncin' soundsThe horses all wound up the same as the ones that came beforeBut we don't ride 'em anymore